1Cademy - بخش ۱۴ - داستان شمع جمال یوسفی در شبستان غیب افروختن و پروانه دل آدم را به مشاهده فروغ آن سوختن / Section 14 - The Tale of Lighting the Candle of Josephs Beauty in the Chamber of the Unseen and Burning the Moth of Adams Heart Through the Vision of Its Radiance

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Haft Awrang

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بخش ۱۴ - داستان شمع جمال یوسفی در شبستان غیب افروختن و پروانه دل آدم را به مشاهده فروغ آن سوختن / Section 14 - The Tale of Lighting the Candle of Joseph's Beauty in the Chamber of the Unseen and Burning the Moth of Adam's Heart Through the Vision of Its Radiance

Original content

گهر سنجان دریای معانی
ورق خوانان وحی آسمانی

چو تاریخ جهان کردند آغاز
چنین دادند ازان آدم خبر باز

که چون چشم جهان بینش گشادند
بر او اولاد او را جلوه دادند

صفوف انبیا یکجا پس و پیش
ستاده هر صفی در پایه خویش

صفوف اولیا قایم دگر جای
نهاده در مقام پیروی پای

گروهی با شکوه پادشاهی
به تاج شوکت شاهی مباهی

ستاده صف به صف دیگر خلایق
به ترتیب خوش و دستور لایق

چو آدم سوی آن مجمع نظر کرد
ز هر جمعی تماشای دگر کرد

به چشمش یوسف آمد چون یکی ماه
نه مه خورشید اوج عزت و جاه

چو شمع انجمن زان جمع ممتاز
میان جمع شمع آسا سرافراز

جمال نیکوان در پیش او گم
چنان کز پرتو خورشید انجم

ردای دلبری افکنده بر دوش
فدای خاک پایش صد رداپوش

کمال حسنش از اندیشه بیرون
ز حد عقل فکرت پیشه بیرون

به پشتش خلعت لطف الهی
به فرقش تاج فر پادشاهی

جبینش مطلع صبح سعادت
شب غیب از رخش روز شهادت

همه پیغمبران از پیش و از پس
ز ظلمت های جسمانی مقدس

همه ارواح قدسی بی کم و کاست
علم ها برکشیده از چپ و راست

درین محرابی خورشید قندیل
فکنده غلغل تسبیح و تهلیل

ازان جاه و جمال آدم عجب ماند
به عنوان تعجب زیر لب راند

که یارب این درخت از گلشن کیست
تماشاگاه چشم روشن کیست

بر او این پرتو دولت چرا تافت
جمال و جاه چندین از کجا یافت

خطاب آمد که نور دیده توست
فرحبخش دل غمدیده توست

ز باغستان یعقوبی نهالیست
ز صحرای خلیل الله غزالیست

ز کیوان بگذرد ایوان جاهش
زمین مصر باشد تختگاهش

ز بس خوبی که در رویش عیان است
حسدانگیز خوبان جهان است

کند روی تو را آیینه داری
به بخشش زانچه در گنجینه داری

بگفت اینک در احسان گشادم
ز شش دانگ جمالش چار دادم

ازان خوبی که باشد دلبران را
دو بخش او را یکی مر دیگران را

پی نسخ بتان درج ار گشاید
خط حسن همه ثلثش نماید

پس آوردش به سوی سینه خویش
صفا بخش از دل بی کینه خویش

ز مهر خویشتن کردش خبردار
به پیشانی زدش بوسی پدروار

چو گل از ذوق فرزندیش بشکفت
چو بلبل بر گل رویش دعا گفت

English translation

The jewel appraisers of the sea of meanings, The readers of the pages of heavenly revelation, When they began the history of the world, Related this account of Adam: When they opened his world-seeing eyes, They displayed his descendants before him. The ranks of prophets, here behind and there ahead, Stood, each rank in its proper station. The ranks of saints stood in another place, Their feet planted in the station of discipleship. One group, endowed with royal splendor, Gloried in the crown of kingly magnificence. All the other creatures stood rank upon rank, In pleasing order and fitting arrangement. When Adam looked toward that assembly, He gazed in turn upon every company. Joseph appeared to his eyes like a moon— No, like the sun at the zenith of glory and rank. Distinguished from that company like its gathering candle, He stood proudly among them like a candle. The beauty of all the fair ones vanished before him, As the stars vanish in the radiance of the sun. He had cast the mantle of heart-stealing beauty upon his shoulders; A hundred mantle-wearers would sacrifice themselves for the dust beneath his feet. The perfection of his beauty lay beyond imagination, Beyond the bounds of the reasoning intellect. Upon his back was the robe of divine grace, And upon his head the crown of royal splendor. His brow was the rising place of the dawn of felicity; Through his face, the night of the Unseen became the day of the visible world. All the prophets, before him and behind, Were purified of corporeal darkness. All were holy spirits, without defect or diminution, With banners raised on the left and the right. In this prayer niche, the sun was a lamp, Resounding with the tumult of glorification and praise of divine unity. Adam was amazed by such grandeur and beauty, And murmured beneath his breath in wonder: 'O Lord, from whose garden is this tree? For whose bright eye is he a spectacle? Why has this radiance of fortune shone upon him? Whence has he gained such beauty and grandeur?' The answer came: 'He is the light of your eye, The joy-giver to your sorrow-stricken heart. He is a sapling from Jacob's garden, A gazelle from the wilderness of Abraham, the Friend of God. The palace of his glory will rise beyond Saturn; The land of Egypt will be his royal seat. Because so much beauty is manifest in his face, He arouses the envy of the beauties of the world. Hold your face as a mirror before him, And bestow upon him what you possess in your treasury.' Adam said: 'Behold, I have opened my hand in generosity; Of the six shares of his beauty, I have given four. Of all the beauty possessed by the lovely, Two shares are his and one belongs to all the rest. If the scribe opens his case to efface the idols, The script of every beauty will appear but a third of his.' Then he drew him toward his breast, Making him radiant from his guileless heart. He made him aware of his affection, And placed a fatherly kiss upon his forehead. Like a rose, he blossomed with delight in his son, And like a nightingale, prayed over the rose of his face.

Updated 2026-07-17

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